Last Bender

Camera Ready

I see you comrade

burning in the clear air

your clean eye tipped up

by the flames rushing skyward

by the updrafts by the impetus

of all this combusted gasoline

click

The man named Conrad

waits to blow out the wick

wants to follow every sick

detergent hero who blasts by

his camera ready eye

the crash of limos

confetti

Menaced by the lens

bent by the glass

by the Seuratic optical nerve

of the folk who would look

through this egg with its crack

and shudder in bed

All flesh enmeshed in pixels

drawn tight to the hair end

in operatic lightscapes

where the cynical Cyan

stalks like a six foot mantis

Travail of the smile

tales of each dent

piss splash and dimple

My own law for you

supine in my pinebox

jarlsburg head on the velvet brick
composed by the indifferent click.